It’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
From “A Hard Day’s Night” by the Beatles
Short days
Dark nights
If only it meant
I was getting more rest…
Walking down the sidewalk
Plastic cup of whisky in my hand
“This is illegal,” I think
I’m a good girl
I don’t do things like this…
I titled this post like I KNOW what to do on a high pain day. What I know is what to TRY: Pain killers of various forms (this always feels like desperation, which is why I only used five of the eight pain pills I was prescribed during the first couple weeks after my injury)…
Don’t let your goal of telling a story mean that you are buried in a notebook, computer, or camera. Don’t let telling a story blind you from living the story. Be sure to spend as much time looking for real instead of through the lens of your creation…
Every dog I’ve ever known has represented an era of change and growth for me that I’m not sure I would have come through quite the same way without them.
There were minor adjustments to the garden this morning when Latte was terrorizing my pepper plants. I should have bought Habanero — that would have cured her. Instead I gated the deck. Latte also jumped into my pot where cucumbers are planted so I put tomato cages to block her jumps. Did I mention that…
